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Me And The Black Panther, How We Got Together
A friend of mine invited me to dinner and we went to a seafood place in the happening part of town. We stayed late, had a couple of shots of whiskey before leaving. Back at the lot where we had left our cars he put his arm around my shoulders and hugged me, and he whispered in my ear 'love you'. I chose to ignore the hug, I just patted him on the back and didn't answer him directly. Told him we would be seeing each other.
That night I replayed the situation, dinner took a long time, and after dinner we stayed another hour. When we left he put his arm around my shoulder and then he whispers that he loves me. It all happened. But what do I do? The more I thought about it the funnier it got in my mind. This guy is an ex cop, ex high school fullback, black, 6' 3" and must weigh in at 230 or more. Me, I'm not a small guy myself, over six feet and weigh at 230 myself. And we are both in or late fifties, both divorced from long marriages.
A couple of weeks later I called and asked if he was up to getting some BBQ, at this place on the outskirts of town. He agreed, I told him I would pick him up and we went on Saturday evening, had some beers outside and then got BBQ. Around nine we drove back to town. At his place he invited me inside. Nice place, well kept, decorated professionally. And in this nook on the wall at the foot of the stairs, this ebony wood carving of an erect penis, a good nine inches. He saw me look at it, took it down and gave it to me to hold. I felt strange, it was a statue, but it was strange holding a penis like that. He told me in a whisper that a friend of his who worked in wood had made it for him, as a compliment, life size.
He offered a drink, we chose Cognac and sat and talked. He looked at me and asked, you ever do it with a man. And just as quickly, just asking, no offense. I was honest with him and told him a couple of times a very long time ago, in high school once with a classmate and once with the History teacher. He laughed, said he had done it with the History teacher too. He suggested, asked, whatever that we get out of our street clothes and get in the hot tub. He is a big man, big in big, a huge man and his dong, cock, whatever you want to call it did justice to the carving in the front hall. I felt a bit out of my element, I had never felt so white, and my penis, weenie, whatever felt so small.
In the hot tub he put his arm around me and said he wanted a kiss. We kissed for a while, he held my hand on his cock. He took a breath and went under water and got my dick in his mouth and suckled on it before coming back up for air. I took my turn, but all I could do was to get his dick head in my mouth. He held my head down and I had to fight to come up for air. We kissed some more and dried off and walked naked through the house. He had a king size bed, I didn't dare ask how man men had gone to their death there. He laid down and offered me his cock which I sucked holding it with both hands. He got hard, and his cock was at least as big or bigger than the carving downstairs. I don't impress easily, but I was impressed, my short 6" pink cock look like a baby's cock compared to his.
He did get some thick lube, more like grease than lube. He was honest, I needed to be well greased up but he was sure I could take it and he would take care and not go too fast. I felt like maybe he was going to come in my throat, but of course he was only half way up in my ass. The grease job he used was good, his cock slipped right in and he was able to get going, in and out and in and out and slam it in, and pull it out and slam it all the way in in one thrust. Took my breath away. He emptied his balls and after recovering we went back to the hot tub where he jacked me off and sucked me dry.
We talked some more, he told me had been queer since junior high. His first was the assistant football coach. I told him I lied, my first was in the fourth grade and I graduated to the History teacher and then in high school to the wrestling coach, a big redneck man from Georgia. We laughed it up and around 1 a.m. I bid myself goodbye. Now when we go out to dinner I don't mind if he puts his arm around my shoulder and if he whispers in my ear I answer. He loaned me his statue which I keep on my dresser, to look at and admire. If I need attention he is always there. I have my own supply of grease just in case he is over.
That night I replayed the situation, dinner took a long time, and after dinner we stayed another hour. When we left he put his arm around my shoulder and then he whispers that he loves me. It all happened. But what do I do? The more I thought about it the funnier it got in my mind. This guy is an ex cop, ex high school fullback, black, 6' 3" and must weigh in at 230 or more. Me, I'm not a small guy myself, over six feet and weigh at 230 myself. And we are both in or late fifties, both divorced from long marriages.
A couple of weeks later I called and asked if he was up to getting some BBQ, at this place on the outskirts of town. He agreed, I told him I would pick him up and we went on Saturday evening, had some beers outside and then got BBQ. Around nine we drove back to town. At his place he invited me inside. Nice place, well kept, decorated professionally. And in this nook on the wall at the foot of the stairs, this ebony wood carving of an erect penis, a good nine inches. He saw me look at it, took it down and gave it to me to hold. I felt strange, it was a statue, but it was strange holding a penis like that. He told me in a whisper that a friend of his who worked in wood had made it for him, as a compliment, life size.
He offered a drink, we chose Cognac and sat and talked. He looked at me and asked, you ever do it with a man. And just as quickly, just asking, no offense. I was honest with him and told him a couple of times a very long time ago, in high school once with a classmate and once with the History teacher. He laughed, said he had done it with the History teacher too. He suggested, asked, whatever that we get out of our street clothes and get in the hot tub. He is a big man, big in big, a huge man and his dong, cock, whatever you want to call it did justice to the carving in the front hall. I felt a bit out of my element, I had never felt so white, and my penis, weenie, whatever felt so small.
In the hot tub he put his arm around me and said he wanted a kiss. We kissed for a while, he held my hand on his cock. He took a breath and went under water and got my dick in his mouth and suckled on it before coming back up for air. I took my turn, but all I could do was to get his dick head in my mouth. He held my head down and I had to fight to come up for air. We kissed some more and dried off and walked naked through the house. He had a king size bed, I didn't dare ask how man men had gone to their death there. He laid down and offered me his cock which I sucked holding it with both hands. He got hard, and his cock was at least as big or bigger than the carving downstairs. I don't impress easily, but I was impressed, my short 6" pink cock look like a baby's cock compared to his.
He did get some thick lube, more like grease than lube. He was honest, I needed to be well greased up but he was sure I could take it and he would take care and not go too fast. I felt like maybe he was going to come in my throat, but of course he was only half way up in my ass. The grease job he used was good, his cock slipped right in and he was able to get going, in and out and in and out and slam it in, and pull it out and slam it all the way in in one thrust. Took my breath away. He emptied his balls and after recovering we went back to the hot tub where he jacked me off and sucked me dry.
We talked some more, he told me had been queer since junior high. His first was the assistant football coach. I told him I lied, my first was in the fourth grade and I graduated to the History teacher and then in high school to the wrestling coach, a big redneck man from Georgia. We laughed it up and around 1 a.m. I bid myself goodbye. Now when we go out to dinner I don't mind if he puts his arm around my shoulder and if he whispers in my ear I answer. He loaned me his statue which I keep on my dresser, to look at and admire. If I need attention he is always there. I have my own supply of grease just in case he is over.
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